Nate Flying Owl
Letter To A Syrian Rebel II
Syrian rebel, fighter
For the ouster of Assad
Yes, war can strain the soul,
But how could you let your goal
And your heart be corrupt
By your lust for victory?
Acts of cannibalism
Filmed and posted on the web
To intimidate your foes;
Yes, war strips you of yourself,
But humanity's last shred
Is something worth protecting
You would gladly accept aide
From the U.S., yet you fight
Beside al-Qaeda members.
Regarding grim history,
How can a trust be formed
From such a contradiction?
Of course, an American
Who has never known combat
Cannot fully understand
What this war has done to you.
When its final days have come,
Would hope still dwell within your heart?
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